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When the lockdown started on the 25th of march 2020, getting through it seemed like an impossible feat. Going on a Himalayan trek seemed easier than doing daily chores we would depend on various people for ! Our Bai’s, Bhaiyya’s, Didi’s and Aunty’s ( It’s how us Indians address various people we employ to generously help us with the chores at home) are vitally important to our daily lives running smoothly. As we went deeper into the dreaded lockdown , some aspects , most of us realized are luxuries, and not daily “needs”.We have all been spending quality time with our families, while “working from home” and doing all these chores on our own, learning a lot in the process. We are almost four months into a situation we never thought we would be in , in the first place. A lot of deaths have taken place.. but a lot of nice things have happened too. Here are the top five mention worthy things that have happened in my life:
Indian Women will agree wholeheartedly to this adage,
Our house helps, who help us with our daily chores are a blessing to us. They are key factors to an Indian woman’s success in other fields of her life. Mine definitely is ! Three weeks into the lock down, I was just getting used to a daily routine of doing a lot of daily chores on my own , when a dear friend called me up, and the following conversation ensued
“She has a question and I’m unable to answer it!” my father explained to him with an exasperated expression
He looked at me with a smile on his face and asked “What is it?”
“Appa and Amma always tell me to fall at everyone’s feet, or do a namaskaram and seek every other person’s blessing. I don’t know half the people whos blessings I seek . How do I know if they are blessing or cursing me ? Why am I being forced to bow down to every other person as a mark of respect? Respect should come from within shouldn’t it ? ”
What was it worth ? She wondered. Why had she even agreed to marry without buying enough time?
A year and a half back, she got married. Her’s was a typical Indian arranged marriage . One of those where the parents of the bride and groom “fix” their wedding. Where bride and groom meet only about six or seven times before they tie the knot. The kinds where they start talking to each other only after they’re engaged to each other, being bound by the groom’s family “tradition” . Her parents gladly took up all the expenses to buy their princess and her new family whatever was needed to help her settle down “in a new family”.They adored her.
Of late, I’ve been pondering over this thought that struck me as I was reading my novel one day… Looking around me as i went out for a stroll, I realized that were always being bombarded with information / rules/ events that we do not choose to be bombarded with most of the time .. and I wondered … What If nobody taught you anything?